Sorry 'bout not writing so much.
I'm going camping this week on the (hopefully) warm and sunny Virginia coast. This would be my first trip into the Great American South, though I'm told where we're going barely qualifies. You could say I'm just dipping my toes in first to make sure I don't get bitten before I try venturing into the Deep.
If you do count this as a southern trip, then I will have effectively visited, driven through, sight-seen, people-watched in, and otherwise become generally acquainted with every region of the lower 47 (47 because I don't give a hootenanny about Texas). Which makes me realize that of all the places I've been in this country, the place I'm least fond of is the place I am for most of the year. I'm not bothered by that though. I figure as I'm still young, maybe it's best to start at your lowest preference and work your way up, until by the time you retire (or just get tired of moving) you're in a fantastickal place filled with mind boggling views and wonderful people. I remember the helicoptor tour pilot from a trip to Hawaii I took when I was young telling us his life story, the entire point of which seemingly being to explain how he "finally made it to Hawaii," and I've always liked that idea. I haven't decided where that final residence would be for me, although I've heard that Alaska should be the last place you visit, since you'll never want to leave.
But first, I must cross that Mason-Dixon line.
I'm going camping this week on the (hopefully) warm and sunny Virginia coast. This would be my first trip into the Great American South, though I'm told where we're going barely qualifies. You could say I'm just dipping my toes in first to make sure I don't get bitten before I try venturing into the Deep.
If you do count this as a southern trip, then I will have effectively visited, driven through, sight-seen, people-watched in, and otherwise become generally acquainted with every region of the lower 47 (47 because I don't give a hootenanny about Texas). Which makes me realize that of all the places I've been in this country, the place I'm least fond of is the place I am for most of the year. I'm not bothered by that though. I figure as I'm still young, maybe it's best to start at your lowest preference and work your way up, until by the time you retire (or just get tired of moving) you're in a fantastickal place filled with mind boggling views and wonderful people. I remember the helicoptor tour pilot from a trip to Hawaii I took when I was young telling us his life story, the entire point of which seemingly being to explain how he "finally made it to Hawaii," and I've always liked that idea. I haven't decided where that final residence would be for me, although I've heard that Alaska should be the last place you visit, since you'll never want to leave.
But first, I must cross that Mason-Dixon line.